John Kelly inhaled a long puff of his cigarette. It didn't take long for the tobacco's hypnotizing affect to take hold of him and he soon relaxed further back into his hammock. He didn't know why the thought of her had such a hold on him now that the end of his free life was near. He had never been too fond of his wife during the time he head known her truth be told the only reason he had married her was because she was fool hearted and naïve but for the last three months she was all he could think about.
The way she smiled in that idiotic way, big green eyes that were so innocent until he gotten his hands around her throat, her desperate cries when his temper had gotten hold of him and most importantly the way she had humiliated him when she had left him in front of all his peers.
"Hey John."
He raised his gaze meeting that of one eyed Jim. "Yeah."
"It's your turn to clean the poop deck. Warden's orders."
Muttering a curse word he shooed the lad away sinking back into his own deadly thoughts.
He hated Brianne Kelly, hated her more than jail or the cruel fate that awaited him. She was the reason for his troubles if she had stuck around and let him keep hitting her he wouldn't need to find another outlet for his anger. That's what a wife was for after all, something warm to snuggle up to at night and something hard to hit when life got too much.
They said a man's sins always got a hold on him and that particular sin had been strangling him ever since that peeler had caught him stealing Tom Murphy's chicken and now because of her he would have to answer to it...
In Australia.